Mummified

Like the Metro, the two level motel apartments stand still behind Citizen Same before they pass by on electric power en route to another stop in the techno-centric society. Slyly piety slides away the power of human touch as such. Affection is left to become a bunch of finger tips. Not enough. The beating in the body evades detection. The walk passes through to assume the position. Citizen Same is still, south of the collection of skyscrapers denoting the city’s magnificence. The tallest straw on the Wilshire Grand is paper or plastic. A serious draw for the all consuming crowd. They drastically climb for a wet drink until it’s dry.

Citizen Same is mummified to keep warm inside the glassless shelter. Bundles of cash are stacked high by towering cranes with cables, hooks and loops. Developers and hard hats build the metropolitan downtown with many points like a birthday cake. Hypnotizing flames are not blown out. The delicate edges look so yummy. Blow out. It all must go. Whisked from the outer edges of the bowl globe with wishes as their foundation into the ever rising yolks and sugars. Completely unaware it’s their turn to do the dishes. Grinding the gains flours faces. Tenants spend into the wish and do not get suspicious while suspended on fives and tens. Parking meters get paid more per hour than restaurant staff. They don’t mind serving the meringue as these ingredients get whipped in the back. Bandages of the great physician turn the wounded into believers. The dangling wrapping incinerates from the wonderment in his hands.